New Years Eve of the Chinese.

What a random unexpecting day. I went to sleep last night at like 4:00 AM, woke up at 8:00 AM, thinking it was already 11:00 or 12:00 in the afternoon. During that time, I still felt the drunkness from last night at Riverside at Shawn's house warming party. Haha. So when I finally realized what time it was, I went back to sleep. Woke up again and got a bad headache. Spent the rest of the day with a hangover. I don't even remember much of what happened last night. There were a couple occasions where I don't even remember if I paid for what I took out of the store (aka gas station food mart). I think the best part of the night was when we left the party by jumping over the fence from the backyard/side of the house. I managed to drive from Riverside to Claremont to Alhambra to Monterey Park, so that was a good thing.

Earlier tonight, my mom was preparing dinner for the family. My brother and his girlfriend was here for dinner, and we were watching Tropic Thunder. Then all of a sudden, my mom accidentally chopped off a piece of her finger while cutting meat. The bleeding wouldn't stop, so we took her to the emergency room (along with the missing piece of finger). I was at the waiting room for like 2.5 to 3 hours. I don't remember. But it was long... and I was starving... with a hangover. So finally after the long wait, my mom's finger got wrapped up pretty good, but you can still see that it's still bleeding. Before the accident, she didn't even eat anything all day, so we thought she would pass out or something for bleeding nonstop for a couple hours. She's a trooper cause she pulled through.

(Note: When I said my mom cut off a piece of her finger, it's just a decent sized chunk of meat. Probably not what you're thinking with the bone and all. Gross. Just clearing this up because a couple of people sounded like they got grossed out earlier when I told them through text messaging.)

Beat.

I'm so sore. My hip is bruised. And I rolled my ankle last night at practice.

I don't like the rain, but I needed a car wash, so thanks to that.

I want to ride my bike, but I don't like dodging puddles.



What a post not worth posting.

Tomorrow we celebrate MLK, so I don't have to sleep at this hour.

Here's a few pictures from Friday night's performance at "Freak Dance":

Group picture backstage. I was in the middle of text messaging. And apparently, everyone outside of the 626 likes to put their arms around each other. Haha.


Curtain call... where's Harry?


Jmal folding an oragami paper without the paper.


A little too late now, Harry!


All the performance pictures came out too dark.

More pictures in my... space.

PS. I don't really celebrate MLK Day. I just like the day off. That's all.

PSS. Click pictures for full size. Stupid blogspot doesn't resize on it's own.

Sick again.

I've been getting sick at least once a month, which blows... like my nose. And being sick makes me type lame stuff like the previous sentence. I mean, I'm already lame most of the time, but I could get pretty severe and hit ultimate "EPIC FAIL". (Note: If it's in quotes, I don't use that term.)

Anyway, I just took two DayQuils, and it's 1:00 AM. I know what enhanced my sickness too. Energy drinks 3-nights in a row is probably the biggest help. Tea during the day isn't helping either. And definitely not the Mexican food we just ate at Riverside.

I also noticed that this week seems to be sooo long when I'm out every night and going to sleep late. It's barely Friday tomorrow... or later today when I wake up. Felt like it should've been Friday of next week by now.

Tomorrow, we'll be performing at this:


That flier is old, because Bad News Bears are no longer doing it, so we're taking over.

Anyway, I'm tired, sore, and sick, so I should go to bed... or should've been in bed and this blog shouldn't have existed.

Satunday is the midnight in between weekends.

It's 4:18 AM. I'm pretty wide awake. So let's try to blog about something worth blogging about as my second blog entry since I signed up for this blog thing of a blog. Wow, this word gets old quick.

Anyway. Let's see... Went to New Kids 4 today. It was loooong. (None of that "that's what she said" bullshit.) It was pretty good though. Left during the semis or quarters; I don't even know.

Last night, we were at the Deck till like... late. I don't remember what time I got home, but I just know I went to sleep at 5:30 AM. And my dad was just waking up. Why was he even up that early; I don't know. I fell asleep. I never knew how annoying it is to hear white girls with annoying voices talk about "pec pecs" to black guys in a 24 hour Korean restaurant. For Christ's sake, it's a restaurant; shut the fuck up.

So the ETC 2007 clip on Youtube got in trouble for copyright infringment. Haha. Misuse of music. That's gay. Good news: Clip is still up. Bad news: There's no audio. Thanks a lot, Youtube. Now all those "what's that song" comments in the clip will look ridiculous. Here it is in case you want to watch the video... literally JUST the video.


So this year, I'm taking two vacations off work. One in May for my birthday, and one in November/December during Thanksgiving. I hope I actually do something this time and not waste vacation days for nothing like this past year. Well, I can't really complain about waking up late, because it's a vacation at least to me.

I haven't wrote my bike for a whole week. I know I typed "wrote" by accident, and I don't feel like changing it because that's a sign saying I should get off the computer and go to bed. But back to the subject, I think I should ride tomorrow. That's all.

Nothing else is coming to mind other than the fact that I'm looking at the two red stamps on both of my hands from earlier that I need to wash off. I think I should do that right now.

Oh no.

What have I gotten myself into.